You could find a good doctor, Logan added.
If nothing else, he'd check out this Logan guy this evening and see whatever it was Rhyn wanted him to see.
You could drop Molly and me off at Logan airport for the ten o'clock flight to California, be in Philadelphia by early evening, and fly out to join us the next morning.
More depressing news filled the paper; a drive-by shooting in Dorchester, a knifing at a Boston bus stop and a baby abandoned in a rest room at Logan Airport.
I'd passed over the story of an abandoned infant in a Logan Airport rest room.
If, as I was convinced, Grasso had gone to Logan, he too probably embarked from that facility.
It was in long term parking at Logan just as you guessed.
"Logan won't take this well," he said, referring to her boyfriend of almost two years.
"I also regret you choosing Logan over me," he said, rising.
He'd never liked Logan, but he'd never say it directly.
Logan picked up on the third ring.
You know, Logan, maybe he likes me enough to want to help me.
"Sorry, Logan," she told the shirt.
"One of them might be targeting Logan Myers," Rhyn said.
Gabe had never heard of Logan Myers and didn't know what connection he might have, considering he had no living relatives or friends, aside from Rhyn and Katie.
It'd be hard to spot the shape-shifter demon posing as Logan with his face shredded.
Logan was an accountant, not a security guard, yet he barricaded the doors with furniture before bed in case there were criminals wandering the beach.
"This is getting old, Logan," she said with a sigh.
Just one: not dumping Logan before coming to the beach this weekend.
She flew directly to Boston on Friday and I met her at Logan Airport at six.
I dropped my women off at the terminal entrance of Logan Airport, amid kisses and a promise to see them in twenty-four hours.
I'm trying to wrap up everything as fast as I can, Logan said.
He hasn't done anything for you in a while, Logan suggested.
Logan hated it, but she loved it.
He'd wanted to tell her not to go to the beach with Logan, to spend the weekend with him instead of some stupid human that had no idea how to appreciate a woman like her.
"When do you need Logan taken care of?" he asked.
Logan Myers had been dead for a couple of days at least.
Puzzled, restless, he returned and crouched beside Logan Myers.
At under six feet tall, Logan was still almost half a foot taller than she was.
"No, Dee," Logan sighed.
Some reminder of past-Death, a sign she cared for him, a hint at the connection between this Logan and the woman Gabriel knew.
Either Gabriel killed him here, or he killed Logan in her apartment.
But if he hadn't killed Logan that night, what was he doing hanging around a dead body?
It was entirely her fault Logan was dead.
"Logan?" she whispered, shocked to see the man she'd thought was dead standing in front of her.
"Omigod, Logan!" she all but screamed.
"I didn't understand any of that," Logan said but returned her hug.
Logan, I saw a body on the beach.
Look, Logan, I don't care why you left me at the beach house.
What was Logan doing with a disassembled skeleton in the bath tub?
Logan was in the living room.
Logan, I slept with someone else.